Sunday, April 15, 2007
 Labels: drawn, in memory, Jackie Robinson
4:22 PM
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Hour and a half 'til we get going. Damn. What do you even say? The entire state's kind of stunned right now; the campus is simultaneously boisterous and subdued. There were loud drunken choruses of Hail to the Victors all up and down my street around 2 am last night, but it's silent right now.
Someone put some yellow flowers on top of the little University sign in front of Schembechler Hall.
You want to say that if we lose now it doesn't matter any more than if we had lost before this happened, but of course that's not true. We'll feel worse. Because it's already hard to feel great going into a game when something like this has just happened. There's a reason Ohio State is ranked number 1 and we're ranked number 2. The game's in Columbus. I don't feel great about it. I was OK with that, was just hoping we could keep it close enough to make a case for getting another shot at them in the BCS title game. Now? It's going to be hard to take any kind of loss with such equanimity.
I don't know. Heading over to my tailgate soon. It's at the same house we've been going to all season.... right across from the Stadium. I wonder if they have something up on the big signs. Probably do. If there's some kind of memorium, we can probably see it from the back porch.
I'm sure there'll be more to say after the game.
Go Maize. Go Blue. Win.Labels: Bo Schembechler, Buckeyes, football, in memory, Michigan, NCAA, OSU, rivalry, Wolverines
2:02 PM
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
It appears to be official: the Yankees are gearing up to have the worst offseason anyone could ever imagine.
They lost to the Tigers when everyone was predicting a Yankee victory in 3 or 4, all the brouhaha over Torre, the ARod thing is gonna be a mess for them, Sheffield's grumbling, the Boss is mad at anyone and everyone, Cashman has locked himself in the bathroom like that sorority girl in the MLB ad and they're just waiting for Tommy Lasorda to come by Yankee Stadium to coax him out before the place is demolished...
And, uh, there appears to be a report now that Cory Lidle flew his private airplane into a building in New York and is dead.
Um.
Wow.
This is, obviously, pretty horrible and, um, yeah, I don't really even have anything to say, I only just got back from class and my brother called to tell me and, wow. Um.
I mean, y'know, I took that photo of him up there just this past June and now he's dead? I can't even really process that.
Certain other teams have been keeping me fairly occupied lately, which, combined with work, is why it's been quiet over here, and yeah, we were quite wrapped up in some anti-Yankeeness of late. But now that the Tigers have sent them home it's becoming horribly apparent that Yankee fans are going to have a very hard time of it this winter. I mean, jeez. We like to see them beaten on the field of play, but at the end of the season we prefer that everyone goes home alive.
Assuming that Lidle's death is, uh, confirmed (we're still in the "initial reports" stage here), condolences to everyone; family, friends, teammates, fans. That's not worth much, of course, but there's not much else to say.Labels: baseball, Cory Lidle, in memory, MLB, Yankees
5:20 PM
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
He may or may not have been a great person, but he was a great Twin.
RIP, big guy.
Yeah, don't go reading Bat Girl's entry, or the comments over at TwinkieTown when you're in an exhausted or emotionally vulnerable state. Because you'll probably cry.
In other ridiculously sad news that probably none of you will care about, I was completely stunned to hear that Seth Fisher died on January 30th (I only heard about this now because I'd been a bit lazy with my internet reading, specifically, the comic book people). Apparently it was some sort of accident; his website says 'a fall'. He was 33 years old.
Will World is one of the very, very few books that I have ever braved the creepy comic book store in Salem to purchase, and I bought it purely because of Seth's artwork. It's not a classic Green Lantern story, and the whole thing is rather odd, a little too cute for my tastes at points... but it's not about the narrative. It was (when I bought it) and still is about the drawings. Seth's illustrations were complex, imaginative, beautiful in the extreme-- comic book art that took that extra step and became art.
Through sheer dumb luck, I got a copy of Will World that had been signed. By the artist. Seth Fisher.
It's almost inconceivable to me that there will be no more Seth Fisher illustrated books to look forward to, no more new Seth Fisher artwork to look at.
I know this is a sports blog, and I know none of you kids care. But I just wanted to get it down. One of my favorite artists (not comic book illustrators; artists, period) has died, far too young, and the illustration world will be a great deal poorer for it.Labels: baseball, in memory, Kirby Puckett, MLB, Twins
12:34 AM
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